There are quite of few photo collections of old cemeteries on Tumblr. They look really special, particularly the statues. Sometimes when I drive by a cemetery, I think about my current life. Did I veered off course? Am I doing the right thing? What can be improved?

In my surroundings, I see people (some even from old folks) complain about small things. They act as if life owes them something, so that their actions and speech seem to carry a strange weight of spoilness.

What is it that made people forget about caring for others? I think people are generally nice but somewhere along the line, selfishness comes in, and all of a sudden - other people’s problems or sufferings don’t mean anything anymore; and it’s not because that some people are numb to unfortunate events. But rather, a sense of compassion is lacking in these people. It almost feels like they are saying, “What about me? Who cares about me?” or “If they dont’ care about me, why should I?” and such.

I hope I don’t lose my sense of compassion or caring for others along the way. If I do, I think living would not be worth it at all…